Tuesday, 27 May 2014

Oui, Oui Paris I

We secured the Eurostar and the hotel; packed our bags and off we went.

Being an anal kind of person, I always make sure that my train seats are facing the direction of travel and have a window next to them in case I feel like admiring French countryside mid snooze. This time was no different.

BUT....

WAIT...

There was a French girl sitting belligerently on my reserved seat.

"This can't be."; I thought.

I double checked the tickets, but there was no mistaking it. A French bottom was nonchalantly perched on MY seat.

God, I have lived on this soggy island called Britain for far too long.

The Frenchie looked at me with disdain and said in that blase way only the French can muster: "Ah, yeah...THIS is my seat"; (she pointed at the seat at the front); "But it has no window. I don't like it."

"Well, tough titty, biatch. These are the seats I paid for. They're MINE. I want them."....Only..., I didn't actually say that. Instead, I apologized profusely a few more times until the Frenchie finally moved. As she was moving to her windowless seat she rolled her eyes a few times to demonstrate how displeased she was.

well, when we were coming back from Crete the person who checked the tickets removed the part where the seat number was. and they did it with all tickets. so when we got to the plane noone knew their seat and then everyone could choose whatever they wanted. we sat in front of some (horrible behaving) children (and their mother!!!) which was not that great. anyway, looking forward to your next post about Paris!